This morning over breakfast, Monkey told Otto, “Today’s our field trip to the middle school!”

Otto clucked appreciatively, asked him if he was excited (he was), then said, “And do you know what one week from tomorrow is?” Monkey scrunched up his face, deep in thought, and I tried to figure out what Otto had in mind. There’s a field trip today; there’s a field trip next week (though not a week from tomorrow). Hmmm.

“He doesn’t know, honey. What is it?” Otto turned to me, incredulous. He waited. I thought about it some more. My hands flew up to my mouth, involuntarily. “NEVERMIND!” I yelped. “I KNEW! I KNOW! I didn’t forget! I… I…” Otto was glaring at me. “I love you? Yes. I love you. Monkey, a week from tomorrow is our anniversary WHICH I DID NOT FORGET.” Otto shook his head and returned to his cereal.

Poor guy. He’s all secretly sentimental and stuff, and then he goes and marries ME. (Can’t I just say that it feels like we’ve been married forever and that gets me off the hook for actual date-dependent celebrations? No…?)

The kids made my husband beautiful cards for his birthday, last week. Because, I asked them to. Which is what I told my husband, as I wished him Happy Birthday, empty handed. [heavy sigh] After 20-something years, the fact that we are still together is surprise enough, right? RIGHT? [sound of crickets] Riiiiiiight. Happy Anniversary, early.

Poor, poor Otto. ;-) Not to worry, I’m sure there are plenty of other benefits to being married to you. Heh. I’m not sure which role I’d have, honestly! I sometimes forget to DO things for important dates (to plan ahead, in particular), but I don’t usually forget the date itself.